Scene Stealers, Number Two

coyoteAnna watched the sun come up for the fifth day in a row. Sleep had eluded her since the accident. The insect sounds she recalled from her childhood were absent. The silence was deafening. There was nothing out here. She didn’t know how their car had gone this far off the road. The last thing she remembered was fumbling with her phone as she drove, sending a text to her mother, letting her know they were on their way, and then she no longer had control of the car.

Turning her head was painful, but she periodically looked over at John. The entire right side of his face was blackened from his head smacking into the passenger window as they had left the road. He didn’t seem to be cognizant of what had happened or where they were. Even though she tried to ask him how he was doing, her voice, weak with exhaustion and hunger, would barely make a sound. She tried to clear her throat, but the force it took to raise enough breath left her head spinning again.

As her vision settled, she turned to look out her shattered window. Two coyotes were both looking at her, each with their head cocked at an angle. Slowly, the pair turned their heads in the opposite direction of each other, their eyes never leaving hers.

John gasped sharply, coughed and then sighed slowly. She rotated her head again to see if he was coming around, but he was still unresponsive. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of motion. Turning back, there were now four coyotes looking at her. They were closer now to the broken driver’s window. Each head tilted opposite of one another, they didn’t appear to blink at all. They were waiting.

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Back in December, I had posted another Scene Stealers entry as an exercise in creativity. This is the entry for ANOTHER one from their archives.

The rules are as follows;

  • You must use the exact wording provided by the site’s editors.
  • Your scene/story must be 300 words or less.
  • Your work must be original and not previously published.

The sentences provided were “Anna watched the sun come up for the fifth day in a row. Sleep had eluded her since the accident.”

I just “built” around that. What’s funny is that I was listening to Marc Streitenfeld’s score to “The Grey” while writing this.

Hmmm.

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